Y Noitareneg
For My Soulmate

I saw the best minds of my generation slowly turn to waste
I saw the worst minds obsess over frowns, blood, *****, and awful taste
I walked an inconsistent path, staggering through some thorns and mud
I soared through clouds with skies so bright, my eyes were only useless studs

Their diet is rancid; their habits are vile
Their lifestyles seek power and pollute by the mile
Their vision is empty; their passion is bleak
Their nights consist of cocktails, week after week

You viewed the same madness that leaked from my feathery pen
You walked the same path of enlightenment and self-rewarding Zen
You mastered what all the useless, mediocre, egotistic fools never could; never can
You illustrate what they never understood; an open porthole to other vast lands

Our hands are soaked in resin; our tears are soaked in pride
Our lives are like a game, and we enjoy the ride
Our hearts are doused in love; our words are used for healing
Our hands are at our chests, praying, but never kneeling

We rise from the darkness, only as one, and the laggards try to keep us down
We still never worry much, because a royal king is just a crown
We march to the drums of freedom, with trees in our lungs and paper on our tongues
We are the 90’s generation, the wise among the young